Dragged Into Thanksgiving Kicking and Screaming

Even when inflation deepens our need, even when politics rage around us, even when unjustly in prison at Thanksgiving for 30 years, there is cause for gratitude.

Thanksgiving by Fr. Gordon MacRae

One year ago, I wrote a post entitled, “A Struggling Parish Builds an Advent Bridge to Thailand.” It was about a selfless decision of Father Tim Moyle and the people of St. Anne Parish in rural Mattawa, Ontario. They set aside their own parish needs during Advent 2021 to raise funds to assist Father John Hung Le, a friend and Society of the Divine Word Missionary and the sole provider for the Vietnamese Refugees of Thailand. He serves some of the poorest of the world’s poor.

Father Tim and his parish got the idea for the project from reading Beyond These Stone Walls. The Advent project was a wonderful success, not only for the refugees, but also for the parish and for us, and in more ways than we yet even know.

Several months later, I wrote about the end result of this great endeavor in a post entitled, “February Tales and a Corporal Work of Mercy in Thailand.” Each event in this story carved out a path to other events which, on their surface, seemed not to be connected at all, but underneath we found profound meaning. In that post, I recalled a book that I read over a half century ago. It set in motion many paths which still make connections today. The book was The Once and Future King. Here is an excerpt from what I wrote of it in 2021:

I was sixteen years old for most of my senior year in high school growing up on the North Shore of Boston in 1969. I was a full year younger than most of my class. There are many events that stand out about that year, but one that I remember most was an adventure in British literature that I found in The Once and Future King, the classic novel of the Arthurian legend by T.H. White first published in 1939.

In my inner city public high school, The Once and Future King was required senior year reading. Most of my older peers groaned at its 640 pages, but I devoured it. The famed novel is the story of King Arthur, the Sword in the Stone, the Knights of the Round Table, and the quest for the Holy Grail — all based on the medieval Morte d’Arthur by Sir Thomas Mallory in the 16th Century. By the time I was half way through it at 16, I had completely forgotten that I was forced to read it and obliged to resent it.

I found a worn and tattered copy some 50 years later in a prison law library where I am the legal clerk. I took it back to my cell for a weekend to see if it held up against the test of time. It did so admirably, and I devoured it for the second time in my life. I was astonished by how well I remembered the plot and every character. I was reunited with my favorites, the Scottish knights and brothers Sirs Gawain, Agravaine, Gareth and Gaheris. A few days after I began to read it anew, I came upon one of the popular Marvel X-Men movies and noted with surprise that the character, Magneto, was reading The Once and Future King in his prison cell.

The backdrop of my first reading of the book at age 16 in 1969 was the chaos of my teenage life in a troubled inner city high school. Protests and riots against the Vietnam war were daily fare. I was just then beginning to take seriously the Catholic heritage to which I previously gave only Christmas and Easter acknowledgment, and I was tasked with restoring my newly recovered faith in the heat of division following the Second Vatican Council.

The Once and Future King was set in a time when the Church and the agrarian society of our roots lived in rhythmic harmony. The Church’s liturgical year is itself a character always in the background of the story. Too many of its signs and wonders have since been sadly set aside. I don’t think we are better off for that experiment and I remember wondering at age 16 whether we might one day regret it. That day is today.

It was on the Feast of Candlemas that Arthur drew the sword from the stone to become King Arthur. We don’t call it Candlemas any longer, but the day has a fascinating history. The Mass of Blessing of Candles takes place on the 2nd of February. Today we call it the Presentation of the Lord recalling the Purification of Mary forty days after Christmas as she brought the newborn Christ to Simeon in the Gospel (Luke 2: 22-35). It was the fulfillment of a ritual law set down in the Book of Leviticus (12:1-8). The purification was strictly a faithful fulfillment of the law and had no connection to moral failures or guilt.

“And his father and mother marveled at what was said about him; and Simeon blessed them and said to Mary his mother, ‘Behold, this child is set for the falling and rising of many in Israel, and for a sign that is spoken against (and a sword will pierce through your own soul also), that thoughts out of many hearts may be revealed.’”

— Luke 2:33-35

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A Tale of Thanksgiving

“Sometimes, life seems to be unfair.” That was what Merlyn said to Young Arthur in The Once and Future King. This quote was the introduction to a story within the story that I read long ago. For over half a century, the details of the story were always with me, engraved verbatim in my memory, but for the life of me, I could not recall exactly where and when I first read it. I stumbled upon it a half century later when I was writing the post described above. It was in The Once and Future King. It’s a story about Divine Providence, and it’s a perfect allegory for Thanksgiving.

The brief story within the story impacted me deeply at age 16, perhaps mostly because I thought then that sometimes life really is unfair. That fact has been reaffirmed for me countless times since. Here is the story just as Merlyn told it to young Arthur who, prior to extracting the Sword in the Stone, was known simply and humbly as “the Wart”:

“Sometimes,” Merlyn said, “life does seem to be unfair. Do you know the story of Elijah and the Rabbi Jachanan?” “No,” said the Wart.” He sat down resignedly upon the most comfortable part of the floor, perceiving that he was in for something like the parable of the looking glass.

“This Rabbi,” said Merlyn, “went on a journey with the Prophet Elijah. They walked all day and at nightfall they came to the humble cottage of a poor man whose only treasure was a cow. The poor man ran out of his cottage, and his wife ran too, to welcome the strangers for the night and to offer them the simple hospitality which they were able to give in straightened circumstances.

“Elijah and the Rabbi were entertained with plenty of cow’s milk, sustained by homemade bread and butter, and they were put to sleep in the best bed while their kindly hosts lay down before the kitchen fire. But in the morning, the poor man’s cow was dead.

“As they walked later, the Rabbi was unable to keep silent any longer. He begged the Prophet Elijah to explain the meaning of his dealings with human beings.

“In regard to the poor man who received us so hospitably,” said the Prophet, “it was decreed that his wife was to die that night but in reward for his goodness, God took his cow instead. I repaired the wall of the rich miser because a chest of gold was concealed at the place where it was crumbling. If the miser had repaired the wall himself, he would have discovered the treasure. So say not therefore to the Lord, ‘What doest Thou?’ but instead say in your heart, ‘Must not the Lord of all the Earth do right?’”

— T.H. White, The Once and Future King, pp 88-89

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Sometimes things are just not as they seem. Profound meaning and purpose can be found even in the greatest disappointments and suffering. God gives us the grace to bear these for a Divine End known only to Him, but sometimes also revealed in time to us. Divine Providence is exemplified with power and grace in a post that has become our Thanksgiving classic, and I hope it gives you perspective in whatever you suffer in life. I will post it here tomorrow.

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February Tales and a Corporal Work of Mercy in Thailand

This tapestry by Fr Gordon MacRae links the Roman origin of February, a Gospel account of the Presentation of Jesus, and the grace of a mission of mercy in Thailand.

I was sixteen years old for almost all of my senior year in high school growing up on the North Shore (aka, “Nawth Shoah”) of Boston in 1969. I was a full year younger than most of my class. There are many events that stand out about that year, but one that I remember most was an adventure in British literature that I found in The Once and Future King, the classic novel of the Arthurian legend by T.H. White first published in 1939.

In my inner city public high school, The Once and Future King was required senior year reading. Most of my older peers groaned at its 640 pages, but I devoured it. The famed novel is the story of King Arthur, the Sword in the Stone, the Knights of the Round Table, and the quest for the Holy Grail — all based on the 16th medieval Morte d’Arthur by Sir Thomas Mallory in the 16th Century. By the time I was half way through it at 16, I had completely forgotten that I was forced to read it and obliged to resent it.

I found a worn and tattered copy over 40 years later in the prison law library where I am the legal clerk. I took it back to my cell for a weekend to see if it held up against the test of time. It did so admirably, and I devoured it for the second time in my life. I was astonished by how well I remembered the plot and every character. I was reunited with my favorites, the Scottish knights and brothers from the Orkney Islands, Gawaine, Agravaine, Gareth and Gaheris. A few days after I began to read it anew, I came upon one of the popular Marvel X-Men movies and noted that the evil Magneto was also reading that same book in his prison cell.

The backdrop of my first reading of the book at age 16 in 1969 was the chaos of my teenage life in a troubled inner city high school. Protests and riots against the Vietnam War were daily fare. I was just then beginning to take seriously the Catholic heritage to which I previously gave only Christmas and Easter acknowledgment. The Once and Future King was set in a time when the Church and the agrarian society of our roots lived in rhythmic harmony.

The Church’s liturgical year is itself a character always lurking in the background of the story. Too many of its signs and wonders have since been sadly set aside. I don’t think we are better off for that experiment and I remember wondering at sixteen whether we might one day regret it. That day is today.

In the story, Arthur was crowned king on the Solemnity of Pentecost. But it was on February 2nd, the Feast of Candlemas that Arthur drew the sword from the stone to become King Arthur. We don’t call it Candlemas any longer, but the day has a fascinating history. The Mass of Blessing of Candles takes place on the 2nd of February. Today we call it the Presentation of the Lord recalling the Purification of Mary forty days after Christmas as she brought the newborn Christ to Simeon in the Gospel (Luke 2:22-35). It was the fulfillment of a ritual law set down in the Book of Leviticus (12:1-8). The purification was strictly a faithful fulfillment of the law and had no connection to moral failures or guilt:

“And his father and mother marveled at what was said about him; and Simeon blessed them and said to Mary his mother, 'Behold, this child is set for the falling and rising of many in Israel, and for a sign that is spoken against (and a sword will pierce through your own soul also), that thoughts out of many hearts may be revealed!”

— Luke 2:33-35

Midwinter Light

In ancient Rome in the time before Christ, February marked the old Roman feast of Lupercalia in honor of the mythological god of flocks and shepherds. The legend began with the mythical founders of Rome, the twin brothers Romulus and Remus. Abandoned at birth and left — with shades of the story of Moses — to float in a basket down the Tiber River, Romulus and Remus were discovered and raised by a wolf, according to legend.

The Latin word for wolf is “lupus” and the Feast of Lupercalia is derived from it. The Lupercalia celebration began with a parade of torches. Two boys, representing Romulus and Remus, would be smeared with the blood of a goat and then chase people through the streets with a sheath of the sacrificial goat’s skin. It was a symbol of purification of the flocks and fields and the village itself. The goat skin was called, in Latin, a “februa.” The month of February takes its name from that word.

The torch festival marking Lupercalia was absorbed into the Christian liturgical celebration of Candlemas honoring the Presentation of Jesus in the Temple. It was first celebrated by the Byzantines over 1,500 years ago. February 2nd also marked the center of the seasons in an ancient agrarian culture. Sitting halfway between the December solstice and the spring equinox, it is the exact astronomical midpoint of winter. That is also, by the way, why it became Groundhog Day. In older times it was believed to be the day the forest awakened and hibernating animals rose to rejoin the land of the living. An old Scottish verse links Groundhog Day to Candlemas:

“If Candlemas Day be dry and fair,

The half o'winter's come and mair.

If Candlemas Day be wet and foul,

The half o'winter was gone at Youl.”

At Candlemas, the liturgical celebration included the blessing of candles for use in the liturgy for the rest of the year. The symbolism of the emergence of light in the mid-point of winter is clear. On February 3rd, the day after Candlemas, the Church honors Saint Blaise with a tradition of blessing throats using the newly blessed candles. According to tradition, Saint Blaise saved a child from choking on that day in the 3rd Century AD.

The Candles We Lit in Thailand

I struggled a lot in 2021. I struggled with sickness. I struggled with faith. A review of my post titles for 2021 is evidence for how much I struggled with priesthood, prison, people, the pandemic, and even the Pope. From what I have been hearing and reading all this past year, many of you struggled with these very same things. I hope and pray that you are all spared from prison among your struggles, but I also know that prison can take many forms.

We began 2021 with a post about struggling entitled “A Year in the Grip of Earthly Powers.” Toward the very end of the year, I wrote what I believe was the most important post of 2021 at the start of Advent. Posted on December 1, 2021, it was “A Struggling Parish Builds an Advent Bridge to Thailand.”

Father Tim Moyle and the people of St. Anne Parish in Mattawa, Ontario surprised me with a haunting proposition. From one of the smallest, most financially struggling parishes in an outpost of the timberlands of Catholic Canada, Father Tim and some of his parishioners had been reading Beyond These Stone Walls over the course of 2021. They were deeply moved by the plight of our friend, Pornchai Moontri and especially by Father John Hung Le, SVD from the Missionary Society of the Divine Word who, despite his own pressing needs, gave a home and welcome to Pornchai.

Father John and Father Tim are selfless and courageous men of deep faith. Their example made me proud to have become, through Pornchai, a part of their respective worlds. The grace of the threads of connection that grew out of our struggles behind these prison walls is truly amazing when I step back to see the whole of the tapestry that has been forming. This started with a November 2021 email message from Father Tim to Father John. I get chills just reminiscing that I was a part of this:

“To Fr. John: I am following up the email that Fr. Gordon MacRae sent you regarding my desire to connect my parish with your ongoing ministry in Thailand. It has been my conviction that parishes like the one I pastor here in Mattawa, Canada should connect with a ministry like yours by offering financial and spiritual support for your good efforts. Fr. Gordon writes glowingly of your work with the Vietnamese refugees of Thailand and of course your support of Pornchai Moontri speaks volumes of the evident goodness of your character.

“St. Anne’s Parish in Mattawa, Ontario where I currently minister isn’t wealthy by any standard and our own needs are great. So I cannot promise a great deal of money for your efforts, but I will be asking my parishioners this Advent to step forward and work with me to collect funds for your ministry among some of the poorest of the poor. I will point out to the parish that if we expect God to bless our fundraising effort to save our church, we need to be acting in helping others who are far worse off than we are.”

This just blew me away! It also silenced my Litany of Rumination over my own struggles for they pale by comparison. At Christmas, I received this message from Fr. Tim Moyle:

“Dear Fr. Gordon: The people of St. Anne’s Parish have been deeply involved with various fundraising efforts throughout Advent to support the Refugee Assistance Foundation managed by Father John Hung Le, SVD in Thailand. We have raised $5,100 which represents four times the usual support we receive for the upkeep of our parish. We will forward this amount to Father John’s ministry after the first of the New Year. I thank you for your assistance with this opportunity for my parish to connect with the real needs of the wider Church.”

Many of the Vietnamese people of Thailand are migrant workers living there legally but stranded and barred from employment throughout this long pandemic. They have nothing, and there is no social net to catch them. Father John’s tireless effort IS the social net.

Through the Special Events page that we set up at Beyond These Stone Walls, our readers contributed an additional $4,200 which we have added to the amount raised by Father Tim Moyle’s parish. Father John is surprised and deeply moved by this outreach. This combined amount in U.S. dollars equals nearly 300,000 Thai baht, the unit of currency in Thailand. With this amount, Father John has been able to purchase and distribute much needed food and medical supplies to a large number of families struggling far more than most of us can or should ever imagine. I just received this message from Father John: “We plan to provide each refugee community a medicine cabinet. There are 15 communities that we are serving. Each community has around 20 to 30 families. This would help them in time of common illness.”

Thanks to these funds, Father John has also been able to provide a memorable Christmas to the Thai children in his Order’s HIV clinic in Nong Bua Lamphu Province evident in the photo atop this section.

We will end this post with several photos of Father John Le and Pornchai working with other volunteers to gather and distribute food to these refugee families. Thanks to you and the people of St. Anne Parish in Mattawa, these images speak volumes about the mercy you have shown and the grace that is given back in return.

Thank you for stepping up to the plate. You and Father Tim and his parish have together hit a home run. I wonder now if there is a somewhat less struggling parish out there in need of a Lenten project. Hope springs eternal!

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Note from Fr. Gordon MacRae: On February 2, 2021, I had to tell Pornchai Moontri that his long awaited flight to freedom was cancelled for the third time by ICE officials. This news was devastating, and I had no news to give him hope except the Light of Christ and Truth of Divine Mercy. One week later, on February 8, 2021, after five grueling months in ICE detention, Pornchai boarded a flight to South Korea and then from there to Bangkok. I wrote about his traumatic departure and merciful arrival in a post that is very much worth visiting anew. It is “Pornchai Moontri and the Long Road to Freedom.”

I also want to thank readers who have read and shared our hopeful “Bombshell” posts of the last two weeks. I do not yet know how or when this hopeful news will develop further, but it won’t be quick and it won’t be without a struggle. I have a little experience with struggles.

Here are our last two posts in case you missed them:

Predator Police: The New Hampshire ‘Laurie List’ Bombshell by Fr. Gordon J. MacRae

Police Misconduct: A Crusader Cop Destroys a Catholic Priest by Ryan A. MacDonald

May the Lord Bless you and keep you. Fr. G